Lately I have been spending a lot of time with him because Katrina is at school full time and Baby takes very long naps. During that time when he is not playing with his little friends, I get my medicine of laughter for the day. I can't imagine my life without the sound of laughter. I am blessed for having been brought up in a place where family and friends and everyone around you has the passion to laugh no matter how bad things may seem. I don't see much of that around here but I am sure grateful to have this little person reminding me that I can still laugh...and LOUD. And this is why:
Because he LOVES dressing up and playing the part. What that means is that everyone gets beat up, pushed down, spit on, ( I know gross but I have to say I've learned to like it) if on his way.
|On the walls before bed pretending to be Spider Man|
|At Cherry Hill summer 2010 pretending to be a Pirate|
Because he thinks everything from a pencil to a bottle can serve as a gun and shoots at every pretty girl that passes by.
|The girls from the Herriman High Drill Team dancing for their first Football game|
|My boys four wheeling at the cabin Sept/10|